-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003
James has no trouble putting his fist through the wall, while uttering his tirade. However, it did not seem to have the same effect as before. The guard’s eyes narrowed and she pressed her lips together, not backing down.
“Where’d you come up with that story? You probably just want to join your partner outside.” Once James is close enough, she throws a punch. She manages to hit him squarely in the jaw, and probably would have seriously hurt a person without super powers. On James, however, it barely leaves a mark.
-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan
“I could not have done those things. I do not remember doing those things,” the boy said in reply. He seemed surprised that Black Star would think that he had done the things she had described, and he spoke with a fierceness of a person who was sure that he was telling the truth. “I do not have super powers.”
-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
Aug. 3, 2003
As Cloud watches, the raven descends, before landing upon the ground with a flap of its wings. This close, Cloud becomes even more certain that she is speaking to a spirit, if only because of its size. Its feathered head was a foot above hers, and it appeared to have a fifteen-foot wingspan.
For a long moment, it regards her, tilting its head to one side, then other. When it spoke, its voice echoed within her head, an elderly male voice. “You are but a child. An outsider, yet you call yourself Menominee. What business do you have here, girl?”
Marcus Stevens & Jonn Birkey
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
As Proton watched, Shannon tinkered with the gauntlet, poking at it with a small screwdriver that had previously been tucked behind her ear. At last, she sighed in relief. “It appears the only damage was to the exterior armor. Now, have you seen the other one?”
Then, she heard Jonn’s words, and her eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses. “That is highly unlikely, as I have been in this lab for the past-“ she paused and checked her watch, “Twenty two minutes and thirty seconds.”
“Man, this chick is uptight,” Tank muttered, releasing his grip on the door.
Suddenly, Jonn became aware of a loud crackling sound from further down the hall, where he had seen the movement before. He turned in time to see a ball of energy fly toward him and strike him squarely in the chest. It felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him.
“I guess you’re supposed to be the heroes, huh? You’re just a bunch of kids!” The apparent source of the energy blast was an armored individual. He was roughly six feet tall, wearing a crimson helmet that obscured all but his mouth and jaw. The rest of his body was covered in armor of the same color, with some red and yellow lights that flashed intermittently on his wrists, and waist.
(OOC: Jonn is at a –1 to his damage saves, and is stunned for one round)